Suicide

Hating the odour of death-
As much as I can;
It’s shadow keeps growing-
As if it always haunted me.
What to do? What to do?
No path seems open to me-
So, it is death then, I shall choose?
Yet, illuminants are there always,
Why not choose them?
Can’t devise a better plan-
I go down with the eerie path.
Not comprehending the deeper it gets,
Not being able to do what to do actually.